Swoosh...
Landing on the soft grass, the truck deployed its wheels, its soft rubber(?) tracks gently squishing the grass. With a final swoosh, the truck released all the excess air, adjusting its internal pressure against the outside, ensuring that none would explode if they opened the door. Mixed with the discharged air was a cocktail of various chemicals, created to ensure that the air is purified from any hazardous bacteria that might kill them (many a powerful collector fell, not because of combat, but because their body contracted fatal diseases from their target worlds, all because they did not purify their surroundings first).
Sure, they were also inoculated against any disease, but hey, better to be safe than sorry!
Anyway, enough digressing, back to the point–
After the final confirmation from Knoxis that it was safe for them to leave the craft, the first one to leave was Vylara, unwilling to coop themselves up any longer in the vehicle with all the macho men (well technically only one– one was still very young, and the other looked more like an effeminate sex toy than a cool cyborg).
"Ah, sweet, sweet air! Oh how much I missed thee, with your crisp crunchy, your delicate flavour, dancing on the tip of my tongue–"
"Yes, yes, Shakespeare, continue on with your monologue. Speaking of which, I remember some numbers I had seen a couple of days ago, something along the lines of 13795–"
"Shut it or your balls go boom..."
"Keep your proses to yourself as well then..."
Sparks could be seen flying across the sky, as Scaramond and Vylara both stood, arms crossed. It got so out of hand that at one point, Natsuki swore he could see the air itself begin fluctuating, a clear sign that air was being boiled.
Just when he thought he'd see armageddon, two loud smacks were heard...
Smacks! Smack!
"OUCH!"
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU OLD GIT!"
Clutching their heads, Scaramond and Vylara both knelt on the ground, with Scaramond's eyes killing as his head kept on vibrating (did everyone forget that his head's been modified to an extent?). Getting up with extreme difficulty, Vylara smacked the widened hand, pissed at how hard the old man smacked her head.
"Hey old man, why'd you have to smack me so hard!? Don't you know that I'm literally the most beautiful woman in the group!? If anything happens to me, how'll you survive without a bombshell to save your asses!?"
Huffing in an angry yet cute manner, Vylara began her tantrum, only to be quickly shut down when Knoxis turned his attention tion to the still shaking Scaramond. "Kid, now that we're here, try to find out where we are, which souls we need to take, and what happened to the last ones who came here..."
Head slowly clearing up, Scaramond opened his shirt, from where he took out a giant tablet from the centre of his steel six-pack. "Yeah, here it is: we're around the Styl– no, vlyfa– wait, yrysj– okay, what the fuck is going on here...?"
Confused at the unexpected situation, Scaramond wanted to find out what was wrong with his tablet. After a few more smacks, he realised that he couldn't bring up a map of land beneath them. "Okay, fuck it, let's who're we supposed to take: Vandy Bo@&÷&, Tara Dun@^÷&, Rin Oka@^#&#– okay now this is getting out of hand. Let's get out of this forest; maybe we'll have better signal then–"
ROOOAAARRR!!!